Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.